So stop calling it a quilt when it’s a comforter. Calling it a quilt is an insult, a denigration of the countless hours I’ve spent, hunched over a table, making tiny stitches by hand, in a piece lovingly put together – and sewing love into every stitch. It’s an insult to the blood I’ve shed from pricking my finger.
Anyone can sew two pieces of fabric together with something in between. It takes very little skill to do that. To stitch those pieces together with needle and thread – that takes a bit of talent. And perseverance. And love.